I have been hearing about Byju and his unique CAT coaching for an year now. Although I heard raving reviews about his captivating techniques from his students who were my buddies, I had never considered giving it a shot until I attended his intro-workshop. It all started with an ordinary but honest looking ad in hindu urging CAT aspirants to try out this "new kid in the block" and because it was free I decided to try it out.
Next day after I registered, I received a call from a guy who introduced himself as Byju himself. Now that was unique, we had a small chat and he told me that he is also from Kannur( I knew he was from Kannur the minute he started talking in malayalam :) ).
The Jyothy Nivas college auditorium of capacity 1000 people was half full on that sunday morning. Byju introduced himself quite confidently and told us all that he was a 100 percentiler in multiple CATs. I have always thought myself to be a supremely confident person, but the astounding confidence with which Byju went on introducing himself and his venture made me reconsider my guaging metric. Although I was impressed with his confidence alone, that was nothing compared to the high octane Quant class which was going to follow it. Byju flitted from numbers to Permutations & Combinations to Geometry to Speed, Distance and Time with unwavering ease. Each and every word in that session was a value add to a serious CAT aspirant. When it finally drew to close at 12, I suddenly realised that I have lost track of time and this session was unlike any gruelling Quant session I have ever attended and this teacher is someone with a real passion for math. In the end, Byju announced that he will start a CAT batch next week and interested people can lock their seats with a token advance. I really didn't do that, I coughed out the entire amount for I was convinced that this was the teacher I was looking for, if any one could help me get through CAT, it is this man - Byju Raveendran.
Epilogue:
CAT 2008 was my fourth attempt at CAT and I have tried TIME classroom classes in 2005 and 2007. In 2006, I tried IMS Simcats. None of them really helped me in CAT. Ofcourse the Mockcats were a good practice. So as I have already mentioned, I tried Noesis Education a.k.a Byju's CAT classes in 2008 and got calls from IIMB and IIMS. I needn't tell you what was different this year. Byju and Santhosh(VA teacher at Noesis) gave me knowledge, taught me tricks and gave me supreme confidence which culminated in a good performance at CAT.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Shalimar the clown
Shalimar had just an ambition in his life, to be the best, conquer the heights and be called a magnate. He focussed and concentrated on his aim mono maniacally and came out with flying colors from every adversity posted before him.But it all changed when he met her, Shalimar saw the world in different shades through her eyes - a pink shade, everything looked so beautiful to him.
The day they first met, not knowing each other, not wanting to know, not even a smile. Then they started with a blank smile. Then came "Hey, excuse me', then 'hi, hello' and all. They shared their days, hours and seconds. They made castles with their thoughts, moved mountains with their dreams.
Shalimar dreamed of a new life, new ambitions mushroomed out of his barren life. He enjoyed her company immensely and she was delighted by his anecdotes. They talked for hours daily, in fact communicated for hours through all mediums possible. He loved the feeling that a girl found him amusing, even interesting and she charmed him with her mellifluous giggles all the way through their chats.
Come Valentine's day and the cherub's arrows have long pierced Shalimar; he was all set to propose her. He was suddenly conscious of his filthy dress, his addled hair and his really dirty shoes. He bought a huge bunch of red roses for her, he revised and re-revised the plethora of romantic dialogues he snipped out of Mills and Moons. Finally Shalimar was ready for her.
He was an epitome of confidence when he marched into the cafe where they were going to meet. He must have waited for 10 minutes when he saw those luscious eyes looking for him. One look of her and Shalimar forgot all that he had mugged, lost all his confidence and settled down meekly before her, lost somewhere in her profound smile. They talked for sometime and he watched her heartily smile at all the cliche jokes he made. Finally with all the courage he could gain, he made his charge. He fell on his knees, offered her his bouquet to her and screamed with all his might "Marry me". The crowd around although disturbed by the obstreperousness, was unmindful as such jokers are common nowadays. She smiled at him, giggled, collected the bouquet from his outstretched hands and jokingly hit him on his head with it. Then she laughed at him and said "You are such a mandu". They settled down again and Shalimar with a pounding heart asked her "Can I take it as a yes". She stared at him for long time, her eyes dancing with wonder and finally asked "You mean you were serious" and she continued "You are crazy".
Shalimar rushed home after his "date" and opened his books. "This is where I belong" he thought and suddenly he felt very sad in his heart.
The day they first met, not knowing each other, not wanting to know, not even a smile. Then they started with a blank smile. Then came "Hey, excuse me', then 'hi, hello' and all. They shared their days, hours and seconds. They made castles with their thoughts, moved mountains with their dreams.
Shalimar dreamed of a new life, new ambitions mushroomed out of his barren life. He enjoyed her company immensely and she was delighted by his anecdotes. They talked for hours daily, in fact communicated for hours through all mediums possible. He loved the feeling that a girl found him amusing, even interesting and she charmed him with her mellifluous giggles all the way through their chats.
Come Valentine's day and the cherub's arrows have long pierced Shalimar; he was all set to propose her. He was suddenly conscious of his filthy dress, his addled hair and his really dirty shoes. He bought a huge bunch of red roses for her, he revised and re-revised the plethora of romantic dialogues he snipped out of Mills and Moons. Finally Shalimar was ready for her.
He was an epitome of confidence when he marched into the cafe where they were going to meet. He must have waited for 10 minutes when he saw those luscious eyes looking for him. One look of her and Shalimar forgot all that he had mugged, lost all his confidence and settled down meekly before her, lost somewhere in her profound smile. They talked for sometime and he watched her heartily smile at all the cliche jokes he made. Finally with all the courage he could gain, he made his charge. He fell on his knees, offered her his bouquet to her and screamed with all his might "Marry me". The crowd around although disturbed by the obstreperousness, was unmindful as such jokers are common nowadays. She smiled at him, giggled, collected the bouquet from his outstretched hands and jokingly hit him on his head with it. Then she laughed at him and said "You are such a mandu". They settled down again and Shalimar with a pounding heart asked her "Can I take it as a yes". She stared at him for long time, her eyes dancing with wonder and finally asked "You mean you were serious" and she continued "You are crazy".
Shalimar rushed home after his "date" and opened his books. "This is where I belong" he thought and suddenly he felt very sad in his heart.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The city of dreams
"This is why I love to fly Indigo" I wanted to tell RGC when our flight took off in time from Bangalore airport. But RGC was busy checking his girl friend's message on his Motorola, so I kept my joy to myself. Contradictory to the Indian low cost airline industry traditions, we took off on time, but we never reached Mumbai on time and had to hover 1 full hour waiting to get a spot to land on the Chartrapathy Shivaji Airport. Anyways the time was a not a total waste, there were 2 good air-hostesses who provided us enough motivation. :) Finally our flight landed and I got the first glimpse of the "City of dreams" (Not first really, I have being to Mumbai airport and Kalyan railway station earlier during various journeys).
It may be because the landing was well ahead of my daily bed time (1:30 am in the morning) that I felt like those millions who comes to this commercial capital to realize their dreams. The city has something magnetic within it which tells you "Live your dream, I will help you realize your goals". Even at 2 am in the morning, the city was bustling with activity; Dev had no problems in finding us a restaurant to eat and a auto to take us to powai, his home. 3 friends meeting after 2 years, that night we never planned to sleep; we literally re-lived our hostel days; hours of chatter which ended at 7.
After our really late brunch(we woke up at 2pm), we started our expedition of Mumbai- the 1st thing I wanted to see was the Mumbai local trains - the lifeline of Mumbai, the fast and efficient transportation of Mumbaikkar. The station was an experience in itself, the place didn't look overcrowded the way I expected; but 2 minutes before the train came there was an avalanche of people which virtually annexed the platform. The train came right on time and I didn't have to do much, the crowd took me to the nearest car and within no time, my friends and I were standing inside the coach. The best part I liked about the system was the sense of lawfulness that existed within that system. There seemed to be an unwritten law which guided the system inside the car, like for eg. the rule which said that the nearest man was entitled to to sit when a fellow passenger got up. If you violate it, be ready to be subjected to the rage of your fellow passengers.
The train took us to South Mumbai and I saw 2 historic architectural splendors - The Gateway of India and The Taj - pristine as ever, little did I then know that the superb structure is going to subjected to some fanatics ire soon. We took a battered boat from the dock near the gateway and was on our way to the Elephanta caves - an ancient group of temples build by the Silhara and Rashtrakuta kings. I was overwhelmed by the extent of effort and perfection put into these statues; it is said that it took 400 years to build the full temple which has been build by caving the granite of the terrain. It is said that the generations of sculptures were born and dead here; monomaniacaly engaged in building these artifacts for their whole life.
The next day, we decided to explore the new Mumbai different from the ancient ones the previous day. We started with the malls of Andheri and after roaming around for hours exploring the cosmetics and baubles of consumerism, found ourselves in front of a theater which promised a 4 D show. I couldn't stop wondering how did this theater guy find a way to invent a projector which will project the images in Minkowski space instead or Cartesian coordinates. So out of our amusement, we decided to try it out and believe me it is worth the money you pay for it. The 4th dimension turned out to be the feeling sense as the logistics in the theater will create around you the same ambiance which existed within the screen. A rainy weather was mimicked with a few sprinkles of water and an underwater expedition with bubbles all around the theater.
The 3rd day was insipid as Dev had to fly to Ranchi for some work and I had the S.P.Jain interview to attend. Finally it was time to get back to the Garden city and we chose to fly Jet this time which reached Bangalore 2 hours late. But I really didn't care, I was not really keen about attending office after such a journey. I would have loved to spend my time reflecting it on my bed.
It may be because the landing was well ahead of my daily bed time (1:30 am in the morning) that I felt like those millions who comes to this commercial capital to realize their dreams. The city has something magnetic within it which tells you "Live your dream, I will help you realize your goals". Even at 2 am in the morning, the city was bustling with activity; Dev had no problems in finding us a restaurant to eat and a auto to take us to powai, his home. 3 friends meeting after 2 years, that night we never planned to sleep; we literally re-lived our hostel days; hours of chatter which ended at 7.
After our really late brunch(we woke up at 2pm), we started our expedition of Mumbai- the 1st thing I wanted to see was the Mumbai local trains - the lifeline of Mumbai, the fast and efficient transportation of Mumbaikkar. The station was an experience in itself, the place didn't look overcrowded the way I expected; but 2 minutes before the train came there was an avalanche of people which virtually annexed the platform. The train came right on time and I didn't have to do much, the crowd took me to the nearest car and within no time, my friends and I were standing inside the coach. The best part I liked about the system was the sense of lawfulness that existed within that system. There seemed to be an unwritten law which guided the system inside the car, like for eg. the rule which said that the nearest man was entitled to to sit when a fellow passenger got up. If you violate it, be ready to be subjected to the rage of your fellow passengers.
The train took us to South Mumbai and I saw 2 historic architectural splendors - The Gateway of India and The Taj - pristine as ever, little did I then know that the superb structure is going to subjected to some fanatics ire soon. We took a battered boat from the dock near the gateway and was on our way to the Elephanta caves - an ancient group of temples build by the Silhara and Rashtrakuta kings. I was overwhelmed by the extent of effort and perfection put into these statues; it is said that it took 400 years to build the full temple which has been build by caving the granite of the terrain. It is said that the generations of sculptures were born and dead here; monomaniacaly engaged in building these artifacts for their whole life.
The next day, we decided to explore the new Mumbai different from the ancient ones the previous day. We started with the malls of Andheri and after roaming around for hours exploring the cosmetics and baubles of consumerism, found ourselves in front of a theater which promised a 4 D show. I couldn't stop wondering how did this theater guy find a way to invent a projector which will project the images in Minkowski space instead or Cartesian coordinates. So out of our amusement, we decided to try it out and believe me it is worth the money you pay for it. The 4th dimension turned out to be the feeling sense as the logistics in the theater will create around you the same ambiance which existed within the screen. A rainy weather was mimicked with a few sprinkles of water and an underwater expedition with bubbles all around the theater.
The 3rd day was insipid as Dev had to fly to Ranchi for some work and I had the S.P.Jain interview to attend. Finally it was time to get back to the Garden city and we chose to fly Jet this time which reached Bangalore 2 hours late. But I really didn't care, I was not really keen about attending office after such a journey. I would have loved to spend my time reflecting it on my bed.
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